This is precisely how I would like to be known.Hopeless Romantic,Pathetically Romantic.How else could I have been,if not lost and drowned in this majestic feeling.
This didn't start with Rumi.It started with woes, rigours of the regimen.The everyday curse of reminding oneself that the life bestowed isn't real and there is indeed something else,somewhere else. The seeker in me ,hence,never slept.
It's a conscious choice to be in this constant state of bliss independent of any other being.I never needed any human fixture for my adoration.A belief surrounds me,a faith fulfills me.
No.You won't understand.The comprehension is beyond..eons beyond your vague and coarse grasp of life.
Perhaps I could have poured some more but for whom..instead I choose to revel in my hopelessness,in my being shoved into constant drudgery of longing,loving and romance you say is all laughter,You are mistaken,sadly.
Holding on to this thin thread of vulnerabilities,I still wish that this hold never breaks. May I get to live many lives in this one life in order to find and hold onto that 'one' life!💖
